The time without you has been excruciating. I fight the urge to reach out to you every single day because I know the outcome would likely just break my heart further.
It’s been so long since I’ve seen or spoken to you, but I can't count how many times a day you run through my mind.
I'm captivated by the stunning sunrise on summer mornings and I stop to think of you. I want nothing more than to send you my love as I watch the sky being overtaken by vibrant colors.
I don’t even start to type a message anymore; I know it’s not worth it, it would only hurt me in the end. I don’t know how you’re doing but I hope you've found your happiness.
I wanted so badly for something magical to happen to us. I couldn’t picture spending my life with anyone but you and that hasn't changed. You were someone I waited for, but could never have.
Reaching out to see how you’re doing may sound like nothing, but for me, it's absolutely everything. I don’t know if you still have my number saved let alone if you’d respond.
I realize how juvenile this whole situation is, but I still don’t believe I'm prepared to reach out and deal with the potential negative outcomes.
Denial is still rooted deep within me. I desperately cling to some hope that the universe will bring us back together because I don’t want to think of my life without you.
Yes, I’ve survived this long without you… but it hasn’t been easy. The slim-to-nonexistent chance that you may come back into my life keeps me going through the day, it's my number one motivation.
I miss you. I miss the way my heart lit up when I saw your name pop up on my phone and the sound of your laughter. I miss everything about you.
For now, my only option is to send you my love from afar. Until my heart is ready to receive the consequences of reaching out, all I can do is miss you.
